
Grafted to my oak stem,
your pink camellia
fingers twined
so sweetly
that we formed
new growth. Continue reading
Grafted to my oak stem,
your pink camellia
fingers twined
so sweetly
that we formed
new growth. Continue reading
Hidden in the shadows,
afraid to move outside our comfort zones,
it’s easy to forget we can fly.
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Something secret
sprouts overnight
from the damp dark.
Rejection spawns insight.
A new direction,
a white knight, Continue reading